W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: The Dark Beauty Chapter 13

Phobos rolled on his side. It has been almost a week since he had left Fleur-Delis and already he miss it. Not the place itself but the person who rules there.

Queen Vera…His lover and the mother of his son. He found out that Prince Deimos, the heir of the throne of Fleur-Delis was his flesh and blood. It took him by surprise, but he quite surprise that he had a son.

He sits down on the edge of the bed without a glance, nor a tender gesture for the woman lay down on the bed. He caught his robe and threaded them.

Without care he was torn off to the hands of the woman and turned to his cocubine

“Madam, it has no reason for that I remain a minute moreover here, ” he said.

“Phobos!”

“Its Your Majesty to you, Madam.”

“Phobos…How can you be so cold after this night?”

“So, Madam, this night don’t have sometime exceptional and if I don’t fear to be odious I would even say that I was almost bored.”

She opened her mouth without finding what to answer. He finishes fixing his breastplate while adding, scorning.

“Besides, it wasnt that great.”

“You are…goujat.”

“For never more serve you, Madam.”

He opened the door. “Good-bye!”

He finishes getting dressed in the corridor. He was furious with himself. He has finish by accept to seduce a worthless only to forgetting Vera. But on the contrary that only amplify his desire to see her again. He didnt succeeds to forgetting her. She haunted his mind.

He just need to close his eyes for see thousand images of Vera; her so deep glance, so tender, so impassioned, her perfect body, her hair of a yellow color, her beautiful face.

Phobos did not cease to do this wish. But Vera’s image consumed him. He had to see her again.

When Phobos had turned to the corner of the Fleur-Delis garden, he had seen her. He had recognized her without any hesitation as she fled towards the garden. He had continued to go up the garden during a few meters.

When finally she had come out, his heart had leaps in his chest. He wasnt mistaken. He wasnt dreaming. Now he pressed her against his heart gently caressing her hair without believing in his happiness. As she doesn’t wake up, for she fainted when she saw him again, he took her in his arms and carried inside. The door of a sitting room being open, he come inside and put her on a couch.

“Madam, “a female voice asked, ” it is you?”

The servant stopped and howled by seeing Phobos in the sitting room. Phobos was on her in three steps and put his hand on her mouth to force her to keep silent.

“Where is the owner of the house? Don’t cry! ” Phobos said, threatening.

“He is not here for the day Sir,” the woman said while trembling.

“Well, have you salts? Your queen has fainted.”

“I believe Sir.”

“So, what are you waiting for ! Give them to me.”

She went in the room, opened a drawer and tended to him a small bottle. He took it and says with an icy glance.

“If you speak about me with whom so ever, even to your Master, I will kill you and him and I will burn this kingdom down to the ground, am I clear?”

“Yes, yes Sir.”

“Leave.”

She flees as if she had seen the devil in person. He returned towards Vera and made her breathe the bottle. She coughed and drove out the bottle of the hand. She opened the eyes and their glance crossed.

“Forgive me to have frightened to you, ” he said gently.

“Phobos, is it really you?”

“Yes,” he made with a smile.

“Help me.”

She rose and she was held upright in front of her. She doesn’t know if she must to be thrown in his arms and to cover him of kisses or to ask him to leave.

“I wouldn’t have believed to have the chance to see you again, Vera. If you knew at how I missed you.”

She could not resist. She passed her arms around his neck and kissed him. He returned her kiss passionately. She was tightened against him and semi crying semi laughing she covered his face of kiss.

“Phobos, ” she murmur, ” Oh Phobos…”

And sudden for both there are nothing, only passion. Their hands were touched feverishly and their lips seemed not to be able to be left. It is Phobos, which broke the charm first but just to murmur of a raucous voice.

“Vera lets go in your bedroom.”

“My bedroom…”

She had a great smile and took him by the hand. They ran to the bedroom.

They made love much tenderly and lengthily.

They fell asleep in the arms one of each other. It was the paddle that awoke Phobos. He opened his eyes gently and looked at the young woman asleep against him. Her face was hidden against his chest. He only saw her blond hair, rich and brilliance, which were so soft against his skin. He was retained to caress the soft white skin of her shoulder. What he felt was so intense and so new for him.

And for the first time he admitted it, he accepted it completely. He was in love, madly, ardently, and passionately. He never wanted lose her. How to say that to her? He thought at all that he had happened between them, their meeting and the pain that he had made to her. A future could be possible for them?

No. He knew that. It was impossible, she was married, for her, in spite of their mutual desire, he was a monster. And he understand her, she has right. He sighed.

Vera quivers by hearing this sigh. She was awaked since one moment listening to the heart of her lover to beat against his ear. His skin was hot and he smelled good. She still doesn’t know what to think of him. She still doesn’t know that think of her own feelings. All that was madness. Why had she agreed to see him again?

“Vera,” Phobos called gently.

She raised the eyes towards him. He looked her with a tender glance that bored her heart. He had said to her that he loved her. Was this truth? She doesn’t know. She doesn’t want know. All that was too complicated. She had a life, a husband, a son. She must stop this relation. She felt that all became too serious.

“Something wrong? ” he asked.

“No, ” she murmured.

He smiles.

He gently kissed her on the forehead and he rose. He got dressed quickly. She rose in her turn and put on a dressing gown, she felt sick and had nausea.

“I should be able to return here in a small week my angel, ” he said.

“No, ” she said without thinking.

He looked her with surprise.

“No?”

“No. Don’t come back, ” she murmur.

He came towards her.

“Vera? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t come back. Nothing will change that. As nothing will change the fact that I am married.”

“Vera? I…”

“I am married.”

Anger lit in Phoboss eyes.

“After all that…How can you still speak about him?”

“I…love him, ” she says without a big conviction.

“And him, ” he said curtly. ” Why he left you far from him? “

His question was so brutal, so sudden that she could retain tears. He came towards her, took her shoulders and looked her in the eyes.

“Why?”

“Go away and forget about me, ” she said.

Her nauseas became increasingly strong and she tries to not burst in sobs. She felt tears to run along her cheeks.

“Forget You? How I could?”

She tried to be torn off with his arms.

“Go off! You…”

A long nausea twisted her stomach.

“Release me.”

She precipitated in the bathroom while staggering. She feels badly, very badly. She felt his arm to surround her shoulders.

“Vera, whats wrong?”

She don’t say anything, she don’t have the force of it.

“Vera?”

She vomits. She was so pale.

“Vera? What is it? ” Phobos asked very anxious.

“Nothing, I have nothing, ” she hiccup.

“I can see that you are sick. You…”

Suddenly the obviousness of all that appeared to him.

“Are you pregnant?”

Vera started and looked at him.

“Yes…” she murmured.

She lowered the eyes, incompetent to support his glance. There was a question, which he don’t dare to raise, a question which stung his heart. She answered before he raises this question.

“Commodus and I will have finally a baby. A baby from our marriage “

“I understand, ” he said. ” I don’t want to be a barrier to your happiness. I made you suffer enough; I brought only to misfortune to you. I was insane to think that you could…love me again. You never will hear again to speak of me.”

He deposited a kiss on her forehead and says gently

“Good-bye.”

He turned the heels and precipitated out of the room. Vera didn’t move. She had the impression that her heart never beat any more, that her life was ended. It was doubtless. She knew what would happen. Commodus would come back and they would have a child together and their life would continue as if nothing had happened.

The only small difference that her heart would be broken, would be destroyed…that all her life would be only event without interest. She come back in her bed, was dropped on cloths still full with the odor of their love’s night. She sank in long convulsive sobs. Only one thought turning in loops in her mind: